ADDICTIVE FICTION

Original Stories, Photographs and Artwork by Molly Anderson-Childers

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

The Hitchhiker: An Unlikely Love Story- New Page!

I recently created a new page just for my novel, "The Hitchhiker: An Unlikely Love Story." It will appear there in a new format- one document, rather than a series of posts- I anticipate that readers will enjoy it more than ever. The entire manuscript will eventually appear here in full; I've gotten a great start already, and added some new material- only available on the "Hitchhiker" page- to entice readers to check it out!

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About the Author

Molly Anderson-Childers is a writer, artist and photographer living in Durango, Colorado. Her work has appeared in many print publications, both locally and nationally.

If you wish to connect with Ms. Anderson-Childers regarding freelance writing or art commissions, professional blogging services, writing workshops, or creativity consultations, please send an email to stealingplums@yahoo.com.

Electra Lake: Transitions into Autumn

Let this photo inspire a poem, story, or free-write about the change of seasons! Photograph by Charles Childers.

A Writer's Ritual

Sip jasmine tea slowly
Light a blue candle, blue as night
Soft music on the radio
Miles Davis, rippling smooth on the eardrums

With your mother's mortar and pestle, grind down an amethyst into fine violet powder
Mix it with wine, swallow it, wash it down, let it swallow you
Feel it shining inside you
Feel it shining out from your heart

Love the world you create
Hold it in your hand-
Careful not to squeeze too tight!
It is as delicate as a robin's egg
And a blue so fine...

Hold it in your hands. It is yours to command.
Look down on it with fond and godly eyes, seeing all
Open yourself up
Unmask! Unmask!
Feel the ecstasy of creating this world anew each time you set pen to page.
Feel the joy.

Light a thousand blue candles and watch over them
Sing your mother's name into the west wind.
Let the flame grow like a vine, flowering orange and scarlet blazes of light.

Open your heart and close your eyes.
Run forward, blindly trusting.
Know this- all will be well.
Let the words flower, blossom, and bloom.

Open your hand
Release this world, this word, and it floats slowly up into the wild blue dreaming yonder,
A kind eye watching you.